Chapter 862 Charlie called Elliot, but there was no answer on the phone. On the other hand, Chelsea picked up when he called her. However, her tone was nonchalant as she said, “Hey, Charlie. Have the guests arrived?” “Chelsea Tierney! What the h*ll are you playing at?! Do you have any idea what time it is?
Did Elliot not pick you up? I call him, but he’s not answering! Is he regretting this now?!” Charlie spent the entire morning greeting and entertaining guests, so he was rather tired at the moment. When neither Elliot nor Chelsea showed up, he completely lost control of his emotions.
“Elliot didn’t call me, so I’m not too sure what’s happening right now.” Chelsea’s tone was soft and demure, which was different from her humble demeanor from before. “I’m still getting my hair done! I wasn’t happy with the hair and makeup you chose, so I asked the stylist to redo everything.”
Charlie’s lips twisted into a snarl as he snapped, “Don’t think you’re Mrs. Foster now and can act so insolently in front of me, Chelsea!”
“Even if we hold the wedding today, I still wouldn’t be Mrs. Foster,” Chelsea reminded Charlie. “It’s not like we’re getting a wedding license. How would that make me Mrs. Foster?”
“How dare you use this tone with me, then?!” Charlie held his phone and walked out of the banquet hall. “Who gave your permission to change the hair and makeup? I wanted everyone to clearly see how hideous you are!”
“You used to be so nice to me before I was disfigured , Charlie,” Chelsea sighed, “I know you still care about me. If I turned back to how I used to look, I’m sure you’ll still love me.” “Shut up!” Charlie snapped, then huffed heavily but was unable to say another word.
Chelsea was right. He could not accept how ugly she had become now, so he had split the current Chelsea and the old Chelsea into two different people in his mind. “Is my mother next to you, Charlie? I’d like to talk to her about something.” Chelsea’s tone suddenly turned serious. “Why are you looking for her?
She might not want to speak to you!” Charlie said but headed back into the banquet halled anyway. “Won’t she take the call if you asked her to? You might not be her biological son, but she definitely treats you like that!” Chelsea mocked. Moments later, Charlie handed the phone over tole Jeanette. “What the hell are you doing, Chelsea?! All of the guests are waiting for the two of you!” Jeanette snapped angrily the moment she took over the phone.
“Hey, Mom. What do you think will happen to you if Dad died? What would you do if he gave me the entire Tierney fortune before he died?” Chelsea said, then let out a hearty guffaw and added, “Would you beg on your knees for my94 forgiveness?”
Jeanette’s exquisitely made-up face instantly twisted into a scowl. “What crazy nonsense are you spouting right now?!”
“Dad’s dead. He just died this morning. It was a peaceful death.” Chelsea’s laughter turned more and more sinister. “Before he died, he found his conscience and made the lawyer change his will. He left his entire estate to me! Ha ha ha18 ha!”
Jeanette suddenly fell back and bumped into Charlie’s arms.
“Charlie Tierney is nothing now, Mom! He’s no longer the Tierney heir. He’s just a penniless piece of trash! He isn’t even your biological son! I, your biological daughter, am the one who inherited the Tierney fortune!” Charlie heard every single word of this part of Chelsea’s speech through thed3 phone.
He snatched the phone open and shrieked at the top of his lungs, “Chelsea! Say that again! Repeat whatever you just said again!” “It’s such a shame to talk about it over the phone! I’ll come and see you at the hotel once I’m done with my hair and makeup,” Chelsea said. “It’s our father’s funeral today, after all. How could I possibly be absent fromcb that?”
Funeral?
The color drained from Charlie’s face. “Dad’s dead? You killed him?”
Chelsea let out a chilling snicker, then hung up the phone. Hearing the undisguised arrogance in her laugh, Charlie realized something had happened and his back instantly broke into a sweat!
He called his subordinate, but there was no answer.
He called his other subordinate, but there was no answer either! Both of these subordinates had already met their deaths and were swimming in pools of their own blood.
